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Cooper Park in the snow

January 21st, 2012



Former site of Peter Cooper's glue factory

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Joe Lentol’s district office

January 21st, 2012



A typical dumpy-looking (I mean that lovingly) local politician's office, and the site of a dramatic kitten rescue last January.

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More Italian street furniture

January 21st, 2012


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A long walk to freedom

January 21st, 2012


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No question where they stand

January 21st, 2012


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Gates of Righteousness

January 21st, 2012



Currently Historic First Church of God in Christ

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Giant dreidel!

January 21st, 2012



Outside the Jewish Children's Museum

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Mitzvah Tank

January 21st, 2012



A portable outreach center

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Wingate Park bleachers

January 21st, 2012


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A small fraction

January 21st, 2012



of all the wigs available at Wig Club on Flatbush

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Prospect Park Boathouse

January 21st, 2012


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Nethermead

January 21st, 2012


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Prospect Park Lake

January 21st, 2012


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Photo shoot on the Peninsula

January 21st, 2012


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There’s a lamp in there!

January 21st, 2012


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The chow mein is gone

January 21st, 2012



But the sign lingers on.

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Portal of the day

January 21st, 2012



The former Kings County Savings Bank on Eastern Parkway

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Subtle style

January 21st, 2012



Levantapompis?

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When Women Pursue Justice

January 21st, 2012


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Shuttered storefronts

January 21st, 2012



Every single store for almost a mile along Lee Avenue was closed for Shabbat.

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When feltliness matters…

January 21st, 2012



This sign has seen some rough times since I last walked by in 2007.

Feltly Hats was featured in an NY Times story about Hasidic hats a couple of years ago.

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Two Hasids, arm in arm

January 21st, 2012


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Untouched

January 21st, 2012



You can tell it's a Jewish block — it's Shabbat, so no one's moved their car since the snow started falling early this morning.

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A line in the snow

January 21st, 2012



I didn't realize I had been walking on snow for almost a mile until my feet hit clean sidewalk and I had to stop for a moment to figure out why everything felt different all of a sudden. Then I understood: I had reached the end of the Hasidic part of Williamsburg, where no one had been shoveling sidewalks because it's Shabbat. (For the record, this change occurred right by Peter Luger Steak House.)